Walking alone, and what do I find?
A handwritten note, unloved and unsigned.
Curious to me, curious as it was read…
Curious enough for me to share what it said:
Come one, come all,
Be the one to watch it fall!
Something so… surrounding.
It’s really quite confounding.
Not the ship that cannot sink,
(Which lies on oceans floor)
Nor the eye that never blinks,
(A million times before.)
A bald-faced lie, a vibrant truth,
As ancient as the Fountain of Youth.
The RUIN, my love, of you and me!
A colossus left in a rubble heap.
A paragon of… untimely dues.
Neither true or false for us to choose.
Watch it now, the end of day,
Both clouds and sun passing away.
Shhhh… share this silence with me, and whisper,
Lest the crisp air hear us and get even crisper.
…But HERE! My friend, I do not care!
Let everyone hear us and see what’s there!
Not a **** thing, no, no special view;
The ruin is me, the ruin’s in you.
You may ignore my words, close your eyes,
But..hear this.
It weathers eternally behind your closed lids.
I looked around me, and saw no trees,
Nor the ocean, nor the skies the birds once flew in…
Just the foundations of ideas,
Just the stones of the Ruin.
Lacee Schafer
